They had shaken hands, and, at her host's request, she had seated herself on a chair opposite his own, on the other side of the hearth.
Drelincourt lost no time in coming to the point.
"Roden Marsh tells me that you are the bearer of some very remarkable news," he said, "and, in point of fact, that your visit here tonight was on purpose to make it known to me. Is that so, may I ask?"
"It was that, and nothing else, which brought me to Fairlawn."
"I am given to understand that the information you wish to impart to me is concerned with the death of my first wife."
"That is so."
"You know already from Roden Marsh that I have all along laid her death at my own door. I had every reason for believing that I had killed her while in a somnambulistic state, but Roden tells me you assert most positively that my belief was utterly baseless."
"I do assert it, Mr. Drelincourt."
"Such an assertion presupposes a knowledge on your part of the guilty person."
Mrs. Jenwyn bowed.